That phrase “sick as a dog” sounds so weird. And I say that even as I used that to describe my state to a friend last week. You see, I am now on Day 5 of The Worst Cold Ever (aka The Worst Cold I’ve Had in 5 Years). Thursday brought a bit of a cough and Friday morning I woke up completely under siege. I’m not exaggerating when I say I spent my entire weekend (including Friday) sleeping and hanging out on my couch. Monday I went into work against my better judgment and decided to go home at lunch with my boss’s blessing, because as he put it, “no offense, but you look like crap.” Today I took the day off to go to the doctor since even when I’ve had colds recently I’ve never been so incapacitated. My doctor thinks it’s just a nasty viral infection. I mean, that’s also what I was told when I had mono in college but it wasn’t showing up in the tests at the time, but I also wasn’t worried about going to work daily. Anyway. I’ve spent so much time isolated and watching TV I’m starting to lose it a bit. I’m hoping to be more of a real person by the end of the week. Luckily I have a cat who likes to remind me I can’t even keep up with her — but I would also be even more incredibly bored without anyone to entertain me.